The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation Novel

---- I watched as the towering black-haired man dismounted his horse like a lethal predator, launching himself at the other two men.

They didnt have time to run; instead, they fought back.

Elliot wielded his sword with deadly skill, crimson droplets still dripping onto the forest floor from all the lives he had claimed today.

Bleargh! Itumed to the side and vomited in disgust, dizzy, unable to look at the remains of the man who had almost killed me.

Icrawled towards the forest, trying to get away from the fight, not wanting to be used as a hostage.

My body was weak from the beatings.

I reached a nearby tree, panting.

Lifting my hands, I bit into the rope, trying to free myself.

I was making progress.

My mouth was in agony, dry and wounded, bile still churning in my stomach, but I swallowed and endured.

Ashout rang out, making me step out of the trunks shadow and glance back.

Elliot looked like a beast, his expression enough to make even the bravest heart tremble.

He drove his sword mercilessly into one of the mens chests.

The other, wounded on the ground, staggered to his feet, clutching a rock in his hand, ready to attack Elliot from behind.

"ELLIOT!" I shouted to warn him, but I didnt need to.

---- Like lightning, he spun around and ducked, dodging the blow aimed at his head.

He lunged at the man, throwing him back down.

Straddling him, his fists crashed into his face savagely.

He glanced around, searching for something, until his hand found the same jagged, deadly rock.

He raised it over the mans face and brought it down with fury, over and over again.

The pitiful groans and pleas reached my ears.

I wanted to scream at him not to kill him, that we could interrogate him, but the Duke seemed possessed by a demon.

I tried to stand, to see if I could stop him.

The smart thing was to question him.

The whisper of leaves rustling deep in the forest made my senses flare with alarm.

I turned my head swiftly, feeling the presence of someone near me, a shadow looming over me.

Ibarely had time to react before an indescribable pain tore through me, sharp and sinking deep into my chest.

"Aagegerr," I tried to speak, but blood clogged my throat, spilling over my lips.

My cold, trembling hands clutched at the dark coat of my attacker.

Through the silver streaks of moonlight filtering between the branches, I saw piercing green eyes, the sharp arch of his light brows, his expression cold and merciless.

A fabric mask covered the rest of his face.

---- My vision blurred, darkness creeping in as the blade remained embedded deep inside me.

My fingers lost their grip, slipping downward, as I stared at him, silently cursing him.

"You went too far, Duchess...."" "Rossella!" The Dukes voice rang out behind me.

That was all it took for the man to release me and flee into the night.

I looked down, my breathing growing slower, my heart struggling to keep beating.

Ipressed around the wound, feeling the warm, vital liquid seeping out along with my life.

Red.

All I saw was red, dripping between my fingers.